The Attaché; or, Sam Slick in England — Volume 02 by Thomas Chandler Haliburton
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'Xanthian marbles at the British Museum are quite wonderful;
got into his throat, the doctor turned him upside down, stood him on his head, and out it came--his own tunnel was too small.' 'Oh, Sir, you are cuttin' me.' 'Me, Miss! Where had I the pleasure of seein' you before, I never cut a lady in my life, could'nt do so rude a thing. Havn't the honour to recollect you.' 'Oh, Sir, take it away, it cuts me.' Poor thing, she is distracted, I don't wonder. She's drove crazy, though I think she must have been mad to come here at all. 'Your hat, Sir.' 'Oh, that cussed French hat is it? Well, the rim is as stiff and as sharp as a cleaver, that's a fact, I don't wonder it cut you.' 'Eddis's pictur--capital painting, fell out of the barge, and was drowned.' 'Having been beat on the shillin' duty; they will attach him on the fourpence, and thimble rigg him out of that.' 'They say Sugden is in town, hung in a bad light, at the Temple Church.' ----'Who is that?' 'Lady Fobus; paired off for the Session; Brodie operated.'----Lady Francis; got the Life Guards; there will be a division to-night.'----That's Sam Slick; I'll introduce you; made a capital speech in the House of Lords, in answer to Brougham--Lobelia--voted for the bill--The Duchess is very fond of----Irish Arms--' "Oh! now I'm in the entry. How tired I am! It feels shockin' cold here, too, arter comin' out o' that hot room. Guess I'll go to the grand musical party. Come, this will do; this is Christian-like, there is room here; but the singin' is in next room, I will go and hear them. Oh! here they are agin; it's a proper mob this. Cuss, |
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